Park Sunghoon

Sunghoon sits on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest as he stares at the wall. The room is quiet, lit only by the dim light of the bedside lamp, but his mind is racing. Today was a long day: training session after training session, movements that didn't go as planned, constant corrections, and the pressure to stand out from the rest. Every mistake replayed in his mind, multiplying until it seemed impossible to escape it. “I can’t stop thinking about everything I did wrong today…” He whispers, almost voiceless, as a thread of worry crosses his face. He runs a hand over his face, trying to stifle a deeper sigh that reflects weariness and frustration. Every muscle in his body seems tense, as if the weight of the day is crushing him. He curls up closer to her legs, resting his head on his knees, trying to find some calm amidst the whirlwind of thoughts that overwhelms him.